Young-min Kwan
Young-min was devastated even though it had happened weeks ago. His insomnia had gotten worse though, he wasn't even wanting to do his fashion line at all. He literally locked himself up into his old room that his parents had left and was crying his heart out. He was just one big crying mess who didn't want to live at the moment. His mother had tried and tried to get him at least to eat or out of the room, but it really was no use. He just didn't want to do anything. His hair was a mess, not in it's normal gelled manner and his eyes were very puffy and red from the heavy duty crying he has been doing. He's been in his bed all day and all night, hugging one of his old Winnie the Pooh pillows his parents had kept in the old room for dear life. His knuckles were white from just holding onto the pillow. He felt like a wreck. The last time he had cried this hard was back in junior high and was confused with his sexuality. He really needed a way to stop being a nervous breakdown and learn to give up on Gyeong. Gyeong was the source of his problems. He had finally gotten a break though, having the chance to make his own line. He was so happy when he was given the news, but his whole world came crashing down when he came back to his apartment to tell his boyfriend of three years. He found his boyfriend, Gyeong, in bed with a woman, a hooker no doubt. His whole heart just crashed as he started to scream at them and threw whatever he could at the man all the while crying, crying, and crying. He grabbed all that he could in a short amount of time and left. He left that apartment and that man.
He only had about few hours of sleep within the two weeks of being locked up. He was just blankly staring at his white ceiling with emptiness in his heart. He still had that pillow close to him as he tried to think about everything except Gyeong. It was when his father had finally managed to open his bedroom door with a little white envelope in hand. It had simple pink and gold embroidery on it he wondered whatever it could be. "Igeos-eun dangsin-eul wihaemeil, adeul e dochaghaessseubnida. dangsin-eun nagal junbi gadoemyeon alaecheung-eiss-eul geobnida*." His father left his room quietly, leaving with the envelope still in hand. Young-min stood up for once and just stared at the door. He finally sighed and got up off his bed, making his way out of his bedroom and down the stairs. His mother was so happy that her son finally came out of his bedroom. He attempted to smile, but it only came out broken. His father nodded and he gave him the envelope. The fashion designer simply opened the letter and immediately start reading it. His eyes shown and sparkled as he continued to read it. His lips broke into a smile as happiness actually overwhelmed him. He won the vacation of a lifetime.
~~Present Time~~
Young-min slept most of the way to St. Love Mansion. He needed to catch up on his sleeping if he wanted to function properly. He was weighing less than he normally was, so his limousine was pretty much covered in snacks and bags of candy. Even though he still didn't get much sleep, he was feeling better. He was sick of the food, but he needed to get his weight back. He almost looked like a anorexic person and he really isn't. He woke up from a nap with a cranky look on his face as he picked up a half full bag of chips. He attempted to finish the bag off as he reached for his fashion sketch book. That was one thing he needed to do. He had a fashion line due in a month and he hasn't even started on it. He grabbed a red pen and just started sketch different outfits he had in mind. Most of the dresses he had sketched seemed very dark and emotional as his mentality was effecting his fashion sense. Though he was only clad in a silky buttoned up shirt with only a few buttons actually buttoned and some very baggy black jeans that actually used to fit very well. As the limo came to a complete stop, he quickly swiped up all his trash and putting it into one big bag. After he finally did so, the driver opened his door for him and helped him out. Young-min had a distance look on his face as he checked the front of the mansion out. It was absolutely breathtaking. "Aisssh! So pretty..." Before he knew it, the driver had already taken out all his luggage and actually left without a trace. He pursed his lips as he was confused about it, but he let it go. He immediately set one of his many, many bags on the ground and sat on it. He just wanted to admire the view for awhile, getting inspiration. He wasn't ready to go in the mansion yet, he was going to wait for others to show up. He just...wanted to think. And he did need some help with his bags, he could only carry so much.
[*This came in the mail for you, son. When you're ready to come out, will be down stairs.]
Young-min was devastated even though it had happened weeks ago. His insomnia had gotten worse though, he wasn't even wanting to do his fashion line at all. He literally locked himself up into his old room that his parents had left and was crying his heart out. He was just one big crying mess who didn't want to live at the moment. His mother had tried and tried to get him at least to eat or out of the room, but it really was no use. He just didn't want to do anything. His hair was a mess, not in it's normal gelled manner and his eyes were very puffy and red from the heavy duty crying he has been doing. He's been in his bed all day and all night, hugging one of his old Winnie the Pooh pillows his parents had kept in the old room for dear life. His knuckles were white from just holding onto the pillow. He felt like a wreck. The last time he had cried this hard was back in junior high and was confused with his sexuality. He really needed a way to stop being a nervous breakdown and learn to give up on Gyeong. Gyeong was the source of his problems. He had finally gotten a break though, having the chance to make his own line. He was so happy when he was given the news, but his whole world came crashing down when he came back to his apartment to tell his boyfriend of three years. He found his boyfriend, Gyeong, in bed with a woman, a hooker no doubt. His whole heart just crashed as he started to scream at them and threw whatever he could at the man all the while crying, crying, and crying. He grabbed all that he could in a short amount of time and left. He left that apartment and that man.
He only had about few hours of sleep within the two weeks of being locked up. He was just blankly staring at his white ceiling with emptiness in his heart. He still had that pillow close to him as he tried to think about everything except Gyeong. It was when his father had finally managed to open his bedroom door with a little white envelope in hand. It had simple pink and gold embroidery on it he wondered whatever it could be. "Igeos-eun dangsin-eul wihaemeil, adeul e dochaghaessseubnida. dangsin-eun nagal junbi gadoemyeon alaecheung-eiss-eul geobnida*." His father left his room quietly, leaving with the envelope still in hand. Young-min stood up for once and just stared at the door. He finally sighed and got up off his bed, making his way out of his bedroom and down the stairs. His mother was so happy that her son finally came out of his bedroom. He attempted to smile, but it only came out broken. His father nodded and he gave him the envelope. The fashion designer simply opened the letter and immediately start reading it. His eyes shown and sparkled as he continued to read it. His lips broke into a smile as happiness actually overwhelmed him. He won the vacation of a lifetime.
~~Present Time~~
Young-min slept most of the way to St. Love Mansion. He needed to catch up on his sleeping if he wanted to function properly. He was weighing less than he normally was, so his limousine was pretty much covered in snacks and bags of candy. Even though he still didn't get much sleep, he was feeling better. He was sick of the food, but he needed to get his weight back. He almost looked like a anorexic person and he really isn't. He woke up from a nap with a cranky look on his face as he picked up a half full bag of chips. He attempted to finish the bag off as he reached for his fashion sketch book. That was one thing he needed to do. He had a fashion line due in a month and he hasn't even started on it. He grabbed a red pen and just started sketch different outfits he had in mind. Most of the dresses he had sketched seemed very dark and emotional as his mentality was effecting his fashion sense. Though he was only clad in a silky buttoned up shirt with only a few buttons actually buttoned and some very baggy black jeans that actually used to fit very well. As the limo came to a complete stop, he quickly swiped up all his trash and putting it into one big bag. After he finally did so, the driver opened his door for him and helped him out. Young-min had a distance look on his face as he checked the front of the mansion out. It was absolutely breathtaking. "Aisssh! So pretty..." Before he knew it, the driver had already taken out all his luggage and actually left without a trace. He pursed his lips as he was confused about it, but he let it go. He immediately set one of his many, many bags on the ground and sat on it. He just wanted to admire the view for awhile, getting inspiration. He wasn't ready to go in the mansion yet, he was going to wait for others to show up. He just...wanted to think. And he did need some help with his bags, he could only carry so much.
[*This came in the mail for you, son. When you're ready to come out, will be down stairs.]